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January 31, 2011

Seal - Kiss From A Rose

This is a song that remained in my head for many years. I didn't know which melody it was or where I listened to it. Finally, I determined myself to search for it. I had a feeling that I heard it in a movie. Then, I realized it could be a Batman movie... and so I got it! "Kiss from a rose", a very romantic song... and also quite cloying. Anyway, it stayed for so many time in my head that it deserves this little place in my blog.




There used to be
a graying tower
alone on the sea.

You became
the light on the
dark side of me.

Love remained
a drug that's the high
and not the pill.

But did you know
that when it snows,
my eyes become large and
the light that you shine
can be seen?

Baby!
I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.

Ooh,
The more I get of you,
the stranger it feels,
yeah.

And now that
your rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom
on the grave.

There is so much
a man can tell you,
so much he can say.

You remain
my power,
my pleasure,
my pain.

Baby!

To me you're like a
growing addiction
that I can't deny.

Won't you tell me
is that healthy, baby?

But did you know
that when it snows,
my eyes become large and
the light that you shine
can be seen?

Baby!
I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.

Ooh,
The more I get of you,
the stranger it feels,
yeah.

Now that your
rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom
on the grave.

I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.

I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.

I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.

And if i should fall
along the way.

I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.

There is so much a
man can tell you,
so much he can say.

You remain
my power,
my pleasure,
my pain.

To me you're like a
growing addiction
that I can't deny.

Won't you tell me
is that healthy, baby?

But did you know
that when it snows,
my eyes become large and
the light that you shine
can be seen?

Baby!
I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.

Ooh,
The more I get of you,
the stranger it feels,
yeah.

Now that your
rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom
on the grave.

Yes, I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.

Ooh,
The more I get of you,
the stranger it feels,
yeah.

Now that your
rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom
on the grave.

Now that your
rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom
on the grave.

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